Weekend Adventures

Last week was spring break and I had three whole days off in a row. With all this free time I decided to go down to the farm. I haven't been down there in months and there were a couple of new baby goats that were born the weekend before which of course I wanted to play with.

While I was there 5 babies were born!

We had one momma goat just lay down in the yard and give birth out in the open right in the middle of everything (which is very unusual for goats). She and her two babies just stayed right there all day, even when the herd moved on she never moved. But when it got dark they were still out there even though the other goats had gone back to the barn. We couldn't just leave the babies out there in the open all night, it would not be safe for them so we decided to pick them up and put them in the closest barn for the night.

But when we picked them up and moved them, momma goat went crazy! She started running around screaming at the top of her lungs. She was so scared, she thought we were taking her babies from her and hurting them I suppose. She was so scared and I felt so bad for her. It took us atleast 10 minutes to herd her into the barn that her babies were in, but when she finally realized they were safe in the barn she calmed down.



Baby Goats A Few Hours Old



Last weekend was alot of fun. I'm glad I was able to spend that time with my family.  :)

The Resident Evil User Interface Strikes Again

School is out so my sister and I have a lot more free time. What do we want to do the weekend after finals? Apparently the answer is play video games.

When she came over we looked through my collection and pulled out one that hadn’t been touched in a while. I remembered Resident Evil 5 fondly so we popped it in the Xbox to discover the fun that laid in wait.

Our discovery however was more frustrating then fun because the control interface made it very difficult to convince the players to do what we needed them to do for our survival. After about 30 frustrating minutes during which we saw ourselves being hacked to pieces multiple times, we decided to lower the difficulty setting to normal thinking that we just need to remember how to use the controls.

“Ok,” we tell ourselves “now its time to kill us some bad guys.” Nope. The big ax guy from chapter one strikes again. Now the frustration is building and we just can’t seem to convince our characters to do what we want them to. We get hacked into tiny pieces again and the game mocks us by flashing “you are dead” written in blood on the screen as if watching someone hack us into tiny pieces wasn’t a good clue.

I’m sitting here thinking to my self that I know I made it through this whole game like a year ago. What is the deal?

Well after about two hours of failure we’d had enough and my sister through in the controller wanting to play a different game which I happily obliged knowing that I was saving my controller from certain death as one of us was sure to chunk one across the room if we had to watch our demise one more time.

We then went on a search for a new adventure that didn’t have a backwards user interface and all was well with the world once again.

Its been awhile

Where have I been? Well life has been positively crazy! I don’t think I even live at my house any more, I just sleep there. I miss my XBOX and my Netflix!!! I’ve been going non-stop for the past three weeks, but I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. This weekend I have TWO whole days in a row off. I am beyond excited because I don’t remember the last time I had two days off in a row. There is going to be some serious fun times this weekend. (And of course the occasionally break from good times to study, believe me I have not forgot about school).

I plan on heading down to Canyon Lake this weekend. I have no idea what I’m going to do when I get there, but I am getting out of the metroplex and trading in my current set of crazy people for a whole new set for the weekend. (Lord knows we’re all crazy and you can’t escape that).

For those of you wondering what a metroplex is:

A metroplex is a large metropolitan area containing several cities and their suburbs. It is also sometimes used as an alternative to metropolis or megalopolis, which is a chain of continuous metropolitan areas. The term was coined for, and is still commonly used to describe, the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex – Wikipedia

Basically what that means is that somewhere along the way some crazy person from Dallas/Fort Worth made up that word and it stuck and is now an acceptable word. So as you can see because we just make up new words from old ones so that we can be “unique” there inherently are crazy people all around me (and I might possibly be one).

But to get back to the point, I’m sorry for my absence for which I can give you any number of excuses as justification such as: I’ve been to busy with work and school or that I’m sick. All of these are true, but honestly the real reason is that I just haven’t made time till now to sit down and actually write anything.

But I shall leave you with one of my currently favorite songs and music videos. Enjoy!

Its raining it pouring..... DAMIT!!

So this was me today.....

I got dropped off at work today after panicking that I was going to be late only to discover that I in fact did not have to work today. Normally I would be glad, but not today. My dependence on technology is probably the most to blame for what happened.

So I walk in to work and go to clock in, but the time clock says that I'm not scheduled. Now I was pretty sure that I worked today, so I go to investigate. Long story short, the schedule was changed and I see my time whited out for today (I get to work Saturday instead, woo hoo). As I look at this piece of paper that determines when I belong here, I start to get excited. Hooray I have an afternoon off! I grab my phone to call my ride to come back. but no matter how many buttons I push it does nothing. Its just a big black screen. I walk outside and my heart sinks. Its raining! And not just raining, its raining those big Texas sized raindrops. So because I always have my phone with me and i almost always have it charged I never worry about memorizing phone numbers, there is no need. Well, unless I spent about an hour playing games on my phone between classes and ran the already low battery down.

So I'm stuck, I have no way to call someone to come get me because the only numbers I have memorized are my own and my parents but I think they're at work so no help there. So I wrap my phone and wallet up and start walking ... In the rain.

I made it to my folks house (which is closer then my house), but by the time I got there I was soaking wet. Fortunately of all the people that drove by me only a tow truck driver thought it would be fun to splash me, so I only got covered with street gunk once, well twice if you count the car he was towing.

Now I sit here on the computer, mostly dry, and having told whoever reads this about my awful experience I feel just that much better.

That chipmunk looked way cuter

Well its been awhile since I had anything to say, mostly I've been busy blocking out the world. Last week was crazy. Lets see I had 2 finals, worked a 14 hour day, and had my wisdom teeth removed. (Yes in that order seeing as how after the surgery I was on so much medication that I could barely stand up straight.) It wasn't until a day after my surgery that I saw my face in the mirror, and this is what I saw....

Here's a picture I found online. The super chubby cheeks look cute on him. So not fair!

Ok, so not really since I looked way less cute and my face isn't cover with fur. But no worries several stories have been told of crazy things I tried to do while medicated. First of all apparently I decided my tongue did not infact belong inside my mouth and proceeded to try and pull it out with my hands. I have since decided that this was due to the fact that it was swollen to three times its normal size and so dry that it felt like someone had stuffed a giant rolled up sock in my mouth. Now who would think that a giant rolled up sock belongs in thier mouth. Surely, not I. I just thank the lord that I had 4 days off of work and didn't have to explain to my coworkers any new and strange behaviors.

So thats what I've been doing lately, studying, working, and trying to cope with rolled up socks in my mouth. By the way my face is still swollen and still hurts pretty darn bad.

Be a Dear Won't You Deer?

I've always been a nature lover. Not a tree hugging hippie who drives a smart car (no offense to those that do, but frankly in Texas they're just not practical), but someone who adores being outside with trees and fellow mammals; and, I must say mammals because I could do without the snakes and spiders. Last weekend the boyfriend and I took a trip down south and during one of our adventures, we came across some deer.

Don't They Look Cute?

Now I've seen the movie Bambi many times and I've seen many deer throughout my life so I must impart on you some first hand knowledge. Deer are beautiful and graceful animals from far away. I do enjoy watching them and even today I will "oh" and "ah" when I see them. However, not all deer are nice like Bambi.

When my sister and I were younger we were up in New Mexico for a family vacation and one of the fun things we got to do was feed the deer that came up to the cabin we were staying at. We both had a lot of fun, but we ran out of food. Being out of treats for the deer we turned around and headed back towards the cabin. The deer started following us and we were pleased. I believe the exact phrasing was something akin to "oh goody the deer are following us." They followed us for awhile, but when we didn't turn around and give them more food they attacked! One of them threw a hard kick at my sister's back nearly knocking her over. Mind you my sister is about 6 and I'm about 11 so realizing that these three deer are serious we high tailed it out of there and ran screaming like the little girls we were back to our cabin.

To this day I don't know what happened to those three deer but I do think twice before approaching wild animals.

Thank God for Semi-Modern Technology

Today is the day. Its the day that I look forward to all week yet loath upon its coming. Today is the day that I do not have to work at either job, and while I still have to attend class tonight I basically have the whole day free. One might wonder then why I would loath such a day. The answer is that today is the day that I must spend doing paper work, attacking the monstrous pile of laundry in my room, scrubbing all the surfaces that have been neglected, and studying as much as possible. It is not a day of rest, merely a day of fruitless catch up.

However, looking at my seemingly endless list of chores and tasks I must give thanks for the washing machine. While the unit that occupies my laundry room is most literally as old as I am, it complies with my every request and for that I am truly grateful. I can place my clothes inside turn it on and walk away to move on to something else on my list. Before the washing machine women would spend all day washing clothes in buckets and streams, some even resorted to beating them with sticks in order to get the dirt out.

I thank God that I was born in the modern age where I have a reliable pieces of technology that will see to the cleaning of my things.